Post by ammodolly on Nov 5, 2010 21:04:58 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Morhighan and this is my First character. I found this site through Mag. Something you should know about me is I’m training to go into funeral services..
Canon: Cyrano De Bergerac
Custom Title: Nosey Poet
PHYSICAL
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: 6’0
Body: average
Other distinguishing features:
Wardrobe: Dark, musty old clothing, usually eaten by moths[/ul]
Play By: Aurelio Voltaire
PERSONALITY
General personality: A romantic at heart, Edgar writes his feelings out eloquently. He feels that he is too ugly—both physically and spiritually—to receive love. Thus he pens his feelings, which he otherwise suppresses. This gets him by meagerly, but he does not wish to live a grand lifestyle. He is simply happy making his art. His words are also quite witty when he wishes to insult others or himself.
His wit often gets him in to trouble with the wrong crowd. He has become a capable fighter in the name of self defense. One could even say he rather enjoys clashing with others. He has grown bitter over the years. This only effects his insults, not his poetry. He still secretly longs for love.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: "Does it seem strange: a hundred cutthroats against one poor poet?”
Likes:
Dislikes: (please list at least three)
Strengths: Writing, fighting, Wit
Weaknesses: Ego, Romanticism, Criticism
BACKGROUND
Family: Parents
Education: Graduated with a BA in English
Occupation: Freelance Writer, author
Worst past experience: Being rejected
Best past experience: A particularly exciting fight, in which he won
Image: An odd-looking (though not unattractive), sad sort of introvert.
History: He came to New York to attempt to become a better writer. He reviews various activities such as Theatre and Film. In his free time he writes his poetry stories. Most of his time is dedicated to freelance writing assignments and critiques that will hopefully pay his rent for the month.
He lived a fairly dull life with his parents in Boston. At a young age his classmates showed cruelty towards his gaunt appearance and elongated features—especially his nose. He came to have a complex about his appearance, to the point where it grew into a mild form of Body Dismorphic Disorder. (He already had predisposition to the low self esteem issues and depression.) Finally, being harshly rejected caused his self esteem to plummet to an all time low. He was rather in love with a young man in college. The young man (being uninterested, straight, and an asshole) knew of his insecurities and publicly humiliated Edgar with them.
Edgar took up writing at a young age to express himself. His writing slowly grew until he started getting regularly published in small independent publications like local newspapers. He finally honed his skill in university. His writing his witty and opinionated, but not in a way that makes him appear superior to his audience.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
Edgar sifted through several piles of work papers. He was sure that he had left the poem somewhere among the critiques. Theater, music, film. It was all there. Where was that damned poem? An odd paper then caught his eye.
It was odd in that it was a napkin. He carefully lifted one of the immaculate piles of papers and began sliding the napkin out. He could see some verses in his own unintelligible hand writing and knew that victory was his. He did not see the issue of his find until it was too late, however. With a sudden sick sound, the napkin ripped, rending his work. Distracted by this for a moment, he forgot the stack of paper. A movement caught his eye and he realized that he had lost his hold on the papers.
His house had suddenly become a paper domino battle field.
Looking down at the poem that he clutched, he sighed in a defeated manner. "All that for you...?" he chuckled ruefully.
He read over the lines. It was brilliant, for him. The few who had seen his works seemed to enjoy them, but he held no stock in their opinions. But this poem was worth something. It could potentially be published. Publication meant money--which he needed right now. He wasn't poor, but he could always use some more.
Edgar "Cyrano" Badeau
Middle Class
Middle Class
Canon: Cyrano De Bergerac
Custom Title: Nosey Poet
PHYSICAL
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: 6’0
Body: average
Other distinguishing features:
Wardrobe: Dark, musty old clothing, usually eaten by moths[/ul]
Play By: Aurelio Voltaire
PERSONALITY
General personality: A romantic at heart, Edgar writes his feelings out eloquently. He feels that he is too ugly—both physically and spiritually—to receive love. Thus he pens his feelings, which he otherwise suppresses. This gets him by meagerly, but he does not wish to live a grand lifestyle. He is simply happy making his art. His words are also quite witty when he wishes to insult others or himself.
His wit often gets him in to trouble with the wrong crowd. He has become a capable fighter in the name of self defense. One could even say he rather enjoys clashing with others. He has grown bitter over the years. This only effects his insults, not his poetry. He still secretly longs for love.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: "Does it seem strange: a hundred cutthroats against one poor poet?”
Likes:
- Romance
- Literature
- Writing
Dislikes: (please list at least three)
- His Looks
- Being insulted
- Shallow people
Strengths: Writing, fighting, Wit
Weaknesses: Ego, Romanticism, Criticism
BACKGROUND
Family: Parents
Education: Graduated with a BA in English
Occupation: Freelance Writer, author
Worst past experience: Being rejected
Best past experience: A particularly exciting fight, in which he won
Image: An odd-looking (though not unattractive), sad sort of introvert.
History: He came to New York to attempt to become a better writer. He reviews various activities such as Theatre and Film. In his free time he writes his poetry stories. Most of his time is dedicated to freelance writing assignments and critiques that will hopefully pay his rent for the month.
He lived a fairly dull life with his parents in Boston. At a young age his classmates showed cruelty towards his gaunt appearance and elongated features—especially his nose. He came to have a complex about his appearance, to the point where it grew into a mild form of Body Dismorphic Disorder. (He already had predisposition to the low self esteem issues and depression.) Finally, being harshly rejected caused his self esteem to plummet to an all time low. He was rather in love with a young man in college. The young man (being uninterested, straight, and an asshole) knew of his insecurities and publicly humiliated Edgar with them.
Edgar took up writing at a young age to express himself. His writing slowly grew until he started getting regularly published in small independent publications like local newspapers. He finally honed his skill in university. His writing his witty and opinionated, but not in a way that makes him appear superior to his audience.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
Edgar sifted through several piles of work papers. He was sure that he had left the poem somewhere among the critiques. Theater, music, film. It was all there. Where was that damned poem? An odd paper then caught his eye.
It was odd in that it was a napkin. He carefully lifted one of the immaculate piles of papers and began sliding the napkin out. He could see some verses in his own unintelligible hand writing and knew that victory was his. He did not see the issue of his find until it was too late, however. With a sudden sick sound, the napkin ripped, rending his work. Distracted by this for a moment, he forgot the stack of paper. A movement caught his eye and he realized that he had lost his hold on the papers.
His house had suddenly become a paper domino battle field.
Looking down at the poem that he clutched, he sighed in a defeated manner. "All that for you...?" he chuckled ruefully.
He read over the lines. It was brilliant, for him. The few who had seen his works seemed to enjoy them, but he held no stock in their opinions. But this poem was worth something. It could potentially be published. Publication meant money--which he needed right now. He wasn't poor, but he could always use some more.
Accepted!